Friday Reflection

— On Magic ✨

Friday Reflection — On Magic ✨

This post is part of my Friday Reflection series.

Every Friday, I write a reflection on something that has been on my mind — something that may also resonate with your own life.

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The Quiet Magic of Life

Today, I want to talk about magic.

Not the kind with wands or illusions — but the quiet, breathing magic of life itself. The kind that reveals itself through coincidences that are not coincidences at all. The kind that arranges puzzle pieces over years — sometimes decades — until suddenly, you see the image forming right before your eyes.

Sunday Child

My mother once told me I was a Sunday child — born with a silver spoon in my mouth. She said it half teasing, half wondering. She said it after I published my first poetry collection, Between Worlds, and began speaking more openly about how I experience magic in my life.

As a child, I had learned to keep those experiences to myself. When something happens once or twice and people don’t believe you, you quickly understand — especially as a “good child” — that it’s better to stay quiet. At least, that’s how it was for me.

In 2019, standing on the brink of a second burnout, I began the long road back to myself. That was when I wrote my first poetry collection. I was terrified to share it with my mother. Even though I was already a grown woman, a mother of three, I still saw her as practical, grounded, hardworking — not necessarily someone open to unseen worlds.

Long story short: she was more open than I had ever imagined. One poem in particular, Put Your Hands in My Hands, moved her to tears.

It was around that time she called me her Sunday child — after I tried to explain how magic works for me.